This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

As the king upon the throne

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove